I wonder where my steps will lead me as I walk along the way, Thinking about the places I’ve been and the times we stopped to pray. My heart hears the struggles of those in far off places Feeling their doubts and fear and seeing their tear stained faces. Why do I feel the pain of so many and can only give a silent cry ? Why at times do I feel so alone, even with so many walking all about? I pray for Holy Ghost revival, to hear a shout of praise and Jesus glorified, To see Him move among the people and to see Him satisfied. I long to hear the sound of prayer in churches, echoing up to heaven. Let us pray until faith becomes sight, And as we wait, take hope, for God gives a song in the night.